Twin Love Persons

Should End?

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"The number you are calling is out of range. Please call back a few more moments..." The guard clucked in annoyance upon hearing the voice of the operator answering his call. Angrily he immediately shifted the red button icon, disconnecting his phone.

The guard rested his head on the back of the long sofa he was sitting on. Raising one of his hands over his face, covering his eyebrows and pair of eyes. Basecamp is currently quiet and silent because other members of the ABABIL motorcycle gang are outside, taking care of their personal problems.

For the Guard this place is the most comfortable place than in his own house which is large like a palace. There he never felt the beautiful love of a family, which disappeared after the divorce of his parents. The big house was transformed into a cemetery. Silent, silent, cold and do not feel at home for long in it. Unless Garda really wants to sleep in his room, and eat Mak Lela's cooking. The middle-aged woman who had been taking care of him since childhood.

Click! Instantly the room that was once pitch dark, now became bright.

The Guard opened his eyes. Then lowered his arm from above his face.

"Why are you sitting in the dark alone?" reprimand Fiola while walking closer to the Guard. Then sit on the side of the Guard.

Forehead Fiola puckered looking at the man's face that looked gloomy, implied deep sadness. His lips are pulled upwards, curving to create a noticeable smile line.

"What's the same face? Tumben bent so, rich people heartbroken," his investigation invites question in the heart.

The long grunting guard. Change his sitting position while upholding his back.

"Yes. Elo's right. I'm heartbroken again." he said honestly.

Fiola who heard that couldn't believe it just like that. The girl almost laughed out loud if she did not see more clearly the look of sadness that appeared on the handsome guy's face in front of her.

"Heh, don't joke. Mana may be a Guard, the chairman of the motorcycle gang ABABIL who has been respected and feared friend and enemy. Wanted a lot of pretty girls, heartbroken? Heh heh... sick lo?" fiola Ogat.

There was a feeling of pleasure in the pretty girl's heart, seeing the grim face that the Guard displayed. A sly grin stopped by the corner of her thin lips.

"Gue seriously, Fi..." Fiola looked at the Guard's face looking for the truth. And no lie was implied from the look in his eyes.

"Huh?! Seriously, you?" Fiola was surprised, yet his heart cheered happily.

"Yes, I don't believe it."

"Which girl is blind has rejected a guy as handsome, semacho and as great as rich elo?"

Again the Guard snorted heavily.

"Don't tell me that little girl with glasses back then," Fiola narrowed his eyes.

"Yes." Yeah." The guard nodded his head.

"Bad fuckin' girl! Don't know who she is yet, elo" fiola ruffled his waist pretending to be fierce.

The guard rested his back on the back of the sofa. Brush her hair back with her finger next to her hand.

Suddenly she recalled the moment Qameella cried after being forcefully kissed by him. Honestly, his heart was hurt to see his girl's tears flowing due to his own actions. He also deeply cursed his flammable folly of jealous fire. Just because I saw Qameella with Rega.

The Guard is afraid that Qameella will leave him, just as her mother who went with Rega did not return, after the divorce of her mother and father. He was worried that his heart could not bear the boundless longing, like his longing for his mother.

It was when Garda was a child, after the departure of Mama and Rega from the house with a large suitcase. The Guards always look forward to their return at the door. His heart was very hopeful that by then they would really return. But after waiting for days, weeks, months, to change years. Mama and Rega never returned.

Even papa, the only family left also never showed the trunk of his nose at home. The man ignored the Guard. He busies himself by working non-stop in the office, as well as women who are able to satisfy the desires of his world. As if forgetting the house and his son who lived alone puppet.

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Rega and Garda do have a nearly perfect look. But Qameella could not lie to her feelings. His feelings were only with Rega. No matter how hard the Guard tried to break through the wall of his cold heart. It's still hard to shake. Moreover, he did not like the attitude of the Guard who was arrogant, possessive, impulsive, and many other things.

"I'm sorry, Gar, I really can't get into this relationship. I think elo is like that too, right?" qameella said before parting ways with the Guard outside the gates of the residential complex where Qameella lived.

"Gue and Elo don't love each other. From the beginning our relationship did not have to happen. Everything is a mistake."

The Guard's heart was completely wounded hearing that. Even though he didn't deny what Qameella said was all right. But he could not ignore the sense of having Qameella present, growing and beginning to bloom in his heart. It was a hard decision to accept.

"Yes. Everything you talk about is real. But we can open each other up. Learn to know and love each other, right, Bi..."

"But I can't Gar. Because I already like each other," without a doubt Qameella revealed her heart. But for the Guard feels like being struck by lightning in broad daylight.

"So, I'm sorry we had better end this," said Qameella.

"Who is the one who has called your heart, if I may know? And please tell me."

"What do you do with him, if I tell you?" ask Qameella to worry.

"No. You just calm down. I will not hit anyone. And I wouldn't be that coward."

Qameella stared at the pair of beads Garda's eyes looked sad. Full of hurt and sadness. Just like what was felt in his heart. But he wouldn't admit that. With hesitation, Qameella finally ventured to answer, saying,

"Rome."

The Guard bought eyes. I want to not believe what he has heard. But this is the truth. The one she likes is her twin sister, Rega. Could it be that as long as they were together, Qameella felt like she was always with Rega? Notabene Garda and Rega are a pair of identical twin boys, having similar faces and bodies close to the word perfect. Like a pinang on the other two.

The Guard's body froze in place. Tears almost slid in the corner of the eyes of a man who is famous for being very tough. His heart was broken to the point of causing pain and pain. But this non-bloody wound feels so painful than the pain of the incision on the body.

"Should it end like this Bi?" asked the Guard still hoping for a miracle to mend their relationship.

"I love you very much, Bi. and I am sure that I have fallen in love with you" Garda said from the bottom of his heart.

Qameella just went silent.

*

Rega pensive alone after finishing reading a book about medical science that a few days ago bought in a bookstore. The guy who prefers to spend his own time by reading the book, somehow he remembered the event at school. When fate reunites him to his long-time twin brother who has not met.

Rega and the Guard are reunited. But this meeting had to be less pleasant. Garda seemed unhappy when Rega spoke to Qameella, his classmate.

After the divorce of his parents, Rega and Garda never met with a pleasant atmosphere. It always starts and ends with tension. I don't know what has filled the mind of the Guard, to always think bad about him. But he never felt hurt or vengeance for her, his soulmate.

But there is one thing that until this moment feels awkward. The Guard's relationship with Qameella. Where the Guard called Qameella by the name of Bini. As a genius, it was impossible for Rega to not know the meaning of the word.

Bini is another word, or arguably the word equation, or synonym of the word wife. Means married and married women. Could it be if Qameella and Garda were already married? But how could that possibly happen? Huft, Rega's brain feels willing to break when thinking about something that does not make sense at all.

Finally Rega decided not to continue to think about what is not his realm. It was better for him to enjoy his life running normally, without any significant obstacles. Then he moved from his desk to his bed, resting his brain and mind, and body.

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Guard brushed aside Fiola's half-overlapping body to tempt his maleness faith.

Fiola clucked resentfully at the rejection from the Guard. His attempt to seduce the Guard failed just like that. Though he was sure to succeed with his beautiful and sexy charm. It should be all the guys that are near him

"Why Gar, can't I just be your girlfriend? Than the wounded elo, bear the pain of being cut off by a hickey chick, ugly not obviously rich ex lo it?" demand Fiola growl.

"Sorry Fi, I can't. We are good friends, after all. I don't want to if the friendship between us is broken," Garda said. Then left the basecamp after previously grabbing his jacket that was draped over the back of a single sofa.

"That little bitch. I can't stay quiet like that. I have to do something so that the Guard can be in my arms," said Fiola with a passionate desire to have the Guard, ending with a sly grin full of ambition.